Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (21 page)

"What are you doing?" His
gravelly voice sounded right behind her and she jumped, but didn’t turn to face
him. Not when he was probably pissed at her knee action in the shower.
Will
he spank me? Throw me onto the bed and ravish me like a pirate? Lock me in the
brig?
He did nothing.

 She restrained a sigh. Surely she
didn’t want him to lose control, or did she? "I was looking for coffee, or
at the very least, something hot and imbued with caffeine."

His body bumped up into hers as he
invaded her space. Her heart stuttered. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you what you asked
for."

Oh god, what does he think I
want?
Judging by the thick cock pushing against her
backside, it appeared as though he thought she needed a good hard fuck.
He
might be right.

 
His
purple hand reached over her and…punched the wall in a sequence that lit up
lights in the control panel. The hole in the wall opened and she eyed the
steaming mug with suspicion, and a little disappointment, which increased when
he moved away.

Holding in another sigh, she
grabbed the cup and stared at its murky contents. Did she dare drink it? "Are
you mad at me?" she asked.

"No."

"Are you sure?  Because I’d
really hate to be poisoned because you’re pissed I hurt you."

He chuckled and the sound sent a
shiver right down her spine and tickled her cleft. "You think highly of
yourself if you believe your feeble blow hurt. Startled, yes, but you’d have to
try a lot harder to injure me."

"Is that a dare?" She
giggled when he growled. "Seriously, though, is this beverage going to
screw with me like your wine did?"

"No. Now drink it and behave
yourself while I conduct business."

She took a gulp of the hot liquid
and swallowed happily. Nutty with a hint of bitter, it reminded her of a
flavored coffee. It also bolstered her resolve. "You are not leaving me
here by myself." She turned to face him as she spoke and caught him
dressed only in pants, his shirt still in his hands. He turned those clear blue
eyes her way, his expression too smooth for her to trust. What did he plan? Was
he even now plotting how quickly he could sell her? And why did she want to
cross the room and play with the silver rings piercing his chest?

"The place I am going to is
not safe for females."

"But I’d be with you. Besides,
what if you don’t come back? I’d be stuck here and probably starve to death
since I don’t know how to work any of your damned buttons." She slapped
the mug down on the table.

He sighed as he pulled his shirt on
over his head and hid his magnificent torso. "You are truly trying my
patience, Megan. There is nothing in this way station dangerous enough to keep
me from coming back."

"Says you," she replied
mulishly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yes, says me. Besides, how do
you expect to join me when you have nothing to cover your feet?"

Megan looked down at her bare toes
and bit her lip. Her lack of foot apparel hadn’t occurred to her. "You’re
a pirate. Aren’t you supposed to have like booty on board? Surely, you can find
me a pair of shoes to wear."

Was that the sound of him gnashing
his teeth? "I am not a pirate. I am an acquisitions specialist."

Megan chuckled. "You’re not
serious, are you?" She caught a glimpse of his austere mien, and laughed
harder. "Oh my god, you are. That’s funny. I hate to break it to you, my
giant, purple buccaneer, but on my world, the plundering of items and people
without purchasing them first makes you a pirate."

"You are aggravating me again,"
he growled with narrowed eyes. She kind of liked it when he did that, not that
she’d admit it aloud.

"What are you going to about it?
Make me walk the plank?" Megan cracked up so hard, she fell onto the
chair, and thus she missed him leaving, but she did catch his parting remark.

"I’ll be back to pillage you
later."

What should have sounded like a
threat, made her tingle instead. Totally unacceptable, but forewarned, she had
time to prepare.

She
wouldn’t give in without a fight.

* * *

Tren entered the pit station in a
foul mood. Pirate indeed.
I’m not a thief. A mercenary, yes, but I don’t
steal.
He didn’t count acquiring renewable resources from unsuspecting
planets. In order for something to be counted as a theft someone needed to
notice it was gone.
And is someone missing, Megan?
He told his conscious
to shut up. He’d never meant to kidnap her, and as a matter of fact, if he
hadn’t accidentally abducted her, she would have drowned. That made him a hero,
not a scurvy pirate. He’d point that fact out to her when he returned. He
couldn’t wait to hear her rebuttal.

While the task of refueling his
ship was accomplished with ease, a lack of parts for his vessel meant he’d have
to delay the repair of the thruster engine, which in turn meant another stop
before he could offload Megan.

Perhaps he should invest in some
ear coverings to shut out her ranting? He chuckled as he imagined her reaction,
then he caught himself. He did not find her amusing. Not in the least. With a
scowl plastered to his face, he stalked through the almost deserted space
station, barely noticing the sparse inhabitants that scattered from his path. A
bright swath of color at a vendor’s stall caught his eye and he pivoted.

Too many credits spent later, he
returned to the ship with a package tucked under one arm.

Before heading to his quarters and
the feisty earthling, he made a detour to his bridge. While setting a course
for their next stop and answering communications received while he visited the
barbarian galaxy, he also ensured the ship provided a meal for his captive. He
wanted her well-fed when he next visited her. She’d need energy for what he
planned. Or hoped to have occur. Making assumptions in her case could prove
erroneous given she didn’t react like any female he’d ever known. It was
admittedly the most frustrating thing about her and also the most fascinating.

His work in the command room took
longer than expected, but when he finally did make his way to his room,
anticipation coursed through him. He refused to examine his eagerness to see
her. A few times, during his tedious work, he’d thought of asking the computer
to provide him a video link to his room. He’d abstained. It smacked too much of
desperation and he refused to succumb to that type of pitiful weakness.

But when he stepped into the room
and discovered it in shambles, he cursed his lack of foresightedness. Then
cursed again as something hard hit him in the head.

"What in frukx are you doing?"
he bellowed.

Megan about to swing his boot at
him again, stopped and scowled. "I was trying to knock you out so I could
escape this room. And it would have worked, too, if you didn’t have such a
bloody thick skull."

Curiosity made him ask, "And
then what would you have done after you rendered me unconscious?"

She shrugged. "I don’t know.
Made it to your bridge and commandeered the ship I guess."

Tren tried to hold it in. Truly he
did, but the laughter burst free from him, and got louder the darker her look
became.

"I don’t see what’s so funny,"
she muttered, crossing her arms in a way that pushed up her delectable breasts.

Tren snorted. "Firstly, you’d
need something harder and require a lot more strength to subdue me with a
simple blow. Secondly, my ship would never have responded to you."

"What about three?" she
asked.

"There is no three. You would
have never made it past the first two."

"Good to know. I’ll make sure
I revise my plan for next time."

She said it so seriously that Tren
chuckled again. She truly had a warrior’s heart in that lush body of hers. A
part of him recognized he should punish her, that he at least display some sort
of anger that she’d tried to hurt him and escape. Instead, he found it vastly
entertaining. And besides, if she did manage to somehow slip away, he’d have
hunted her down, thrown her over his shoulder and… What a shame she hadn’t
succeeded. Perhaps the next time he’d allow her to think she had just so he
could enjoy the chase.

He tossed the package he’d carried
in with him at her. She didn’t catch it, even though it hit her in the stomach.

"Hey," she yelled. "What
was that for?"

Tren rolled his eyes. "You
were supposed to catch it."

"Did it ever occur to you to
just hand it to me?"

"No. Now be quiet and open it."

"And if I refuse to shut up?"

Tren’s cock swelled and his lips
curved into a partial leer. "Then I have something I can shove in your
mouth to quiet you, so go right ahead."

She didn’t back away or cringe in
fear. On the contrary, her breathing hitched, her cheeks flushed and her
nipples hardened into points under the thin linen of his shirt. "Pig,"
she replied without any rancorous heat so the word sound more like a term of
endearment. "What’s in the package?" she asked changing the subject.
She eyed the bundle suspiciously and shook it.

"Something you don’t deserve
after your antics," he retorted.

She stuck her tongue out at him and
vibrated it, making a strange noise. He shook his head at her antics. Why he
didn’t kill her, he didn’t know. She aggravated him to no ends with her
arguing, but he still watched her avidly as she tore open the package and
pulled out its contents.

She found the shoes first, more
like sandals, but she still grinned as she slid them on her feet. "Awesome.
No more freezing feet on your cold floors."

Her smile of pleasure turned to
incredulity as she held up the other item he’d bought. She shook out the red
gown and Tren leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest as
he waited for her reaction. She didn’t disappoint.

"Are you out of your fucking
mind? I am soooo not wearing this—this
thing
." She sputtered with
disgust and Tren smirked.

"You requested clothing and
shoes. Being a kind and generous male, I have provided items I feel will increase
your worth when it comes time to sell you."

The red fabric sailed through the
air to hit him in a silken flutter.

"I am not dressing in that."
Her emphatic statement went well with her heaving chest and sparking eyes. It
totally aroused him.

"Why ever not?" he asked
in feigned innocence, provoking her further on purpose. "The material is
fine silk. The color is most flattering to your complexion and will display
your assets in an adequate fashion. I’ll admit it wasn’t easy to locate a
garment to accommodate the fact you only own a single pair of breasts."

"It’s a sex kitten outfit."

"A what?" He didn’t
understand her expression; although, he could guess.

"It’s smutty." He gave
her a blank look, and with a huff she continued. "It’s going to make me look
some walking advertisement for sex with its super short skirt and indecently
low cut neckline."

"Exactly. The perfect outfit
for the auction I have planned. Unless you’d rather attend your sale naked?"

"I hate you."

"I’m a pirate, remember? I
don’t give a frukx what you feel."

He was ready for her when she came
charging at him with her fists swinging. He’d counted on it actually. He caught
her flailing fists and pulled them above her head before yanking her against
his body.

"Irrational female. I buy you
clothing and this is how you repay me." He baited her, enjoying the way
her cheeks flushed and her eyes flared with anger. When she opened her mouth to
yell at him again, he pulled her up, and kissed her.

The savage passion of their embrace
ended up worth every credit he’d paid for the outfit. And then some.

Chapter
Six

Megan wasn’t sure how she ended
up lip-locked with her purple pirate. She also didn’t care after the first
scorching touch.

She’d spent the day in boredom and
irritation, most of it stemming from the fact he’d left her alone, and worse,
horny. Every time she thought of him, her body tightened and tingled. Even as
she prepared to ambush him, moisture dampened her cleft. Did a part of her know
her plan wouldn’t succeed? Probably, but she’d done it anyway, a perverse part
of her hoping she’d goad him into touching her. Kissing her again and...

Feigning offence at the dress he’d
gotten her proved easy, but not for the reason he thought. Reminding her of the
fact he intended to sell her pissed her off and tempered any pleasure she might
have gotten from the fact he’d not only bought her clothing, but garments meant
to showcase her figure. A figure he’d obviously paid attention to given he’d
bought something to flatter her curves.

As she kissed him, she pressed her
voluptuous frame against him, the hardness of his arousal evident against her
belly, which in turn stoked her own libido. When he released her hands, she
curled them around his neck and slid her fingers into the silky ends of his
hair. He used his freed hands to cup her buttocks and lift her, carrying her
back toward the bed. However, instead of laying her down on it, he sat and
pulled her onto his lap.

Keeping her lips locked to his, she
squirmed against his erection as it pressed against her bottom, enjoying his
low groan. Their tongues dueled wetly, the occasional sharp edge of his teeth
grazing it and making her shudder. Hotter than she’d ever imagined getting for
anyone, she mewled in loss when he pulled back from her, mollified only
somewhat by his ragged breathing and the fact his eyes were aglow with passion.

"Put the dress on," he
ordered gruffly.

Amidst harsh pants of her own, she
managed to mutter, "No."

"Obstinate female." A
large hand clasped the back of her head and he kissed her again fiercely, while
his other hand slid up her shirt and roamed the skin of her back.

Twining her own fingers into his
hair, she enjoyed the luxuriant feel of the strands and the low growls he
emitted when she tugged it.

Once again, he tore his mouth from
hers and perused her with heavy lidded eyes. "I told you to put it on.
Obey me, Earthling."

She met his luminous gaze, her
tummy swirling at the passion she could see in its depths. Her lips curled into
a taunting smile. "Make me."

Challenge thrown, he wasted no time
and she squealed as he sprang into action. In a matter of seconds, she found
herself flat on her back with one of his hands on her stomach, pressing her
down while the other yanked at her pants. Enjoyable as she found his
manhandling—and she meant cleft soaking enjoyable—she didn’t give in without a
fight, not when the struggle excited her so. Besides, if she pretended he had
to force her, then her conscience regarding abstaining from men could remain
clear. Or so she told herself as she attempted to squirm and buck under his
implacable grip.

She kicked and thrashed. Called him
a few choice names. Clawed at him. It didn’t stop him from stripping her
naked—he literally tore the clothes off of her—and dressing her in the outfit
best suited for a brothel—or seduction.

Once he had her clothed, he
released her and she bounded up off the bed, not far though. Whirling, she
faced him and planted her hands on her hips, her bosom heaving. The brute lay
back on the bed with his hands laced under his head and regarded her with heavy
lidded eyes. His lips curled into a grin of satisfaction. "Twirl for me."

"Screw you," she replied
obstinately, cocking her hip in defiance. Her words and stance might have
declared one thing, but the throbbing between her thighs and her taut nipples
screamed another.
I am having way too much fun.

"Saucy, barbarian female.
Can’t dance? Bend over then and show me your ass. Shake it for me."

She arched a brow at him,
superciliously, even as her pussy moistened and her inner channel trembled. "Seriously?
I think I’ll abstain. Or wait, you know what. Why don’t you stand up and bend
over for me? Come on, my purple marauder, strip for me and shake that thing."

The look on his face? Priceless.
Her time to enjoy it? Seconds as her taunt made him bound up off the bed, his
gaze intent. Stalking toward her, he stripped his shirt as he approached
revealing his delineated chest and the sexy, silver rings. She swallowed hard,
not in fear, but pure lust. She backed away until her ass hit the wall. She
stood there, waiting, her body taut with anticipation as he approached.

"You are not very obedient,"
he stated, stopping a hairsbreadth from her.

Peering up at him, she licked her
swollen lips. "No, I’m not. What are you going to do about it?"

"Show you who is master on
this ship."

Leaning forward, he braced his
hands on the wall, trapping her between his stretched arms. She stared up at
him, every ounce of her tingling. Good intentions, morals, even the fact she
didn’t like him—or did she?—flew in the face of her desire for this pirate,
this man who made her feel every inch a woman. He returned her gaze, his eyes
alight in a manner she should have found freaky, but instead fascinated her.

She expected another scorching
kiss, indeed she couldn’t wait. Instead, he whirled her around so her cheek
pressed against the wall and his body crowded hers from behind. Grasping her
hands, he drew them above her head, holding her prisoner with only one of his
by strength alone.

Oh my god, that is freaking hot.

But they still played a game, or at
least she did in order to salve her conscience. She squirmed and pulled.
However, all it served to do was rub her ass against his evident erection. Not
necessarily a bad thing.

His free hand curved around her
waist and drew her bottom half away from the wall, arching her buttocks out.
Megan’s breathing hitched as he raised the skirt, baring her nude cheeks.
Further he bent her, dragging her trapped arms down as he positioned her to his
liking with her ass presented to him. He leaned her over so far, the pinkness
of her pussy surely showed. Red stained her cheeks as he said and did nothing
for a moment. A sudden fear gripped her that he would find her inadequate, too
human.

"Beautiful." His murmured
words sent a quiver through her and moisture seeped from her lower lips. He
traced her damp slit with his finger, a light touch that turned bolder as he
delved into her channel. Megan moaned at his electric touch and then cried out
as he pumped her with his digit. Rocking back against him, she drew his fingers
deeper, their length enough to strike her inner g-spot. He stroked her over and
over, building her pleasure, then his fingers left her, and she mewled with
loss, a cry that turned into a short scream as he replaced the loss digits with
his tongue.

Deftly, he traced her sex, slipping
his tongue into her, probing her with it. He withdrew it and explored her cleft
again. He found her clit and she bucked. He grazed it again and she jumped with
a cry. The hand still manacled around her wrists gripped harder while his free
hand curled around her upper thighs as an anchor. Once he’d secured her, he
plied his tongue against her sensitive nub while Megan quivered and the music
of her keening joined that of his moist exploration.

The coiling tension inside her
built quickly, and she didn’t fight it. Her whole body tightened and then
exploded. Her climax tore a loud scream from her, and still he tongued her,
drawing out her pleasure.

"Enough," she gasped. "I
can’t take anymore.

He stopped licking her. "We
are far from done." A shudder rocked her channel at the promise in his
words. She sensed him moving behind her and heard a rustle of fabric. A moment
later, he probed her wet slit with the tip of his cock. Bent over still, Megan
couldn’t see him as he slid himself into her, but she could feel it, every
delicious, long inch.

Thickly endowed, he stretched the
walls of her sex, filling her in a satisfying way she’d never experienced
before. He also finally released her hands to place both of his on her hips.
Then he moved.

 Slow at first, his prick slid in
and out of her, the suction of her pussy gripping him tight. But he soon
increased his pace, and Megan’s just sated pleasure built back. He guided the
rhythm with his steady hands on her hips, drawing her into and from his body
with a speed that soon became dizzying. Even more fascinating—and enjoyable—the
head of his cock seemed to expand inside her, putting pressure on her sensitive
cervix and g-spot. The dual bump and rubs of her erogenous zones sent her
spiraling into her second climax.

"Oh, my god!" she
screamed as her second orgasm hit her harder than the first. He grunted as the
walls of her sex clamped down on him tight, rippling with her bliss. His
fingers dug into her soft flesh and his body slammed one last time into hers
and held itself rigid. A wet heat enveloped her womb, sending her still
shuddering climax into overdrive.

Megan
almost cried at the intense pleasure of it. It wrung everything from her in an
instant, leaving her boneless. He held her up, though, his strong capable hands
scooping her up to carry her to bed where he joined her, spooning her body into
his. Cradled in his embrace, and with a smile on her lips, she slipped into
sleep.

* * *

Tren woke first, his body cradled
against Megan’s, and even worse, enjoying it. He didn’t like it one bit.
Females were for copulation, nothing more.

And by frukx if Megan didn’t excel
at that aspect. Never before had the scent and taste of woman driven him so
blind with need. Even stranger, he wanted more.

His lust for her changed nothing,
though. Females held no place in his life, not even one that brought forth
emotions he’d never experienced previously, even one who owned an ability to
make him laugh. And drive him insane.

All the more reason to sell her,
and quickly. He didn’t need one barbarian female messing up his existence.
Although, he wasn’t averse to enjoying her wares until he did rid himself of
her.

Now that sounded like more like his
usual callous self. Of course, the way he softly extricated himself from the
bed so as to not wake her didn’t, but he explained his gentle escape as
necessary so he wouldn’t have to listen to her sooner than necessary. She truly
knew how to make a male wish for deafness, yet in exact reverse, he’d greatly
enjoyed her cries of pleasure.

He made his way into the ablutions
chamber and cleansed himself, trying to forget she slept in the room beyond. He
dressed in clean clothing before exiting back into his room. He discovered her
sitting cross legged on the bed wearing his shirt, the red dress she’d fallen
asleep in nowhere to be seen.

No matter, she looked fetching with
her tousled hair—not as attractive as when she spilled out of the crimson gown,
but enough to make his prick twitch.

"Yeah, so about what happened,"
she said, drawing his attention from the way her breasts clung to the fabric of
his shirt. "That was a mistake." His gaze narrowed. "And it can
never happen again."

"Says whom?" he snapped,
suddenly irrationally angry. Never mind the fact he couldn’t wait to get rid of
her, it irritated him that she’d said it first.

"Listen, we don’t like each
other. Hell, you’re planning on selling me to the highest bidder. As such, I
think it best if we abstain from—from…" Her cheeks flushed a becoming
color and Tren’s cock grew, along with his ire.

"I agree. Copulating with the
merchandise is not sound business practice." He took savage pleasure in
the way her mouth snapped shut and her eyes sparked with anger.

"I hate you."

For some reason her words set off
something in him, and he found himself striding over to the bed. She didn’t
move, just watched him with wide eyes.

Hoisting her up, he stared into her
face. She rendered him insane with her words. She drove him crazy with her
body. She played havoc with his emotions, body and life. But he couldn’t find
it in him to kill her or toss her away.

So he kissed her. And when she bit
his lower lip, he bit her back.

"You are such a jerk,"
she panted against his mouth before proceeding to suck on his lower lip.

"And you are a noisy shrew,"
he rejoined as he aided her in wrapping her legs around his waist. The shirt
rode up baring her cleft. His cock found the moist entrance to her sex and he
thrust into her, enjoying her keening cry as he filled her tight channel. Hands
on her buttocks, he bounced her up and down on his shaft, the tight suction of
her sex tugging deliciously along his sensitized prick. Burying his face into
the soft curve of her neck, he sucked on the creamy skin, taking care to not
bite down—even if the urge rode him hard. To fight his irrational compulsion to
claim her, he pumped her faster and she responded by raking her nails across
his upper back, a savage reaction that made him shout in pleasure. A climax
roared through them both, pulsing through their bodies in a blissful wave that
made him collapse, almost boneless on the bed, although he took care to cradle
her as they fell.